By Dianne Moritz He says, “I can’t wait for tomorrow.” Spicy cologne splashes his craggy face. Warm steam sweats the cool glass, as she giggles and plays along. “Because I get better looking every day!” Watching him comb back thick, gray feathered hair, goosebumps prickle her thin arms. She steps close, kisses his damp, worn … Continue reading Glancing in the Mirror
A Mad Old Poet
By Ian Copestick I've just been upstairs to get changed I happened to look in the mirror As I was washing my hands. I think I'm finally looking like a poet. It's not the bald head with short Ginger stubble, or the pain filled Blue bloodshot eyes surrounded With wrinkles. It's the mad eyebrows. It's … Continue reading A Mad Old Poet
“Recitation”
By Thomas Page I’ve never read any of my poems in public. Not because I have some apprehension about sharing them in a room mixed of strangers and friends But just that I prefer people to read them themselves. I tend to write “closet poems” like many of the plays of the Roman language, … Continue reading “Recitation”
“Time Passes”
By Ian Copestick Next week, my niece, is 17 years old and starts having Driving lessons. She's already Got a car. It blows my mind. It seems like only a couple of Weeks ago that I was holding Her tiny hand as she started Taking her faltering, first steps As she learnt to walk … Continue reading “Time Passes”
“Interrogation of a cynical age”
By Sunil Sharma Where is the anger? Asks Jimmy Porter And where are the other angry men? Where is the next howl? Asks Ginsberg. And where is the scream? Asks Munch. Is madness passé? Asks Gogh, a bit disoriented. And where is my ambulance to drive in new hot spots? Asks Hemingway. They have … Continue reading “Interrogation of a cynical age”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 